My system can be changed

Huangfuyu was startled.

"Get the inheritance and advance to the grand master?"

What the hell!

This guy can't be a genius!
Huangfuyu looked at Lin Haoyu in amazement for a long time, and then resisted the urge to scold her, and said in amazement:

"You boy, do you fucking know that with the highest inheritance, you can only sprint to the peak of the master! If you want to reach the grand master, you can only comprehend and break the boundary by yourself. It is normal to spend two to thirty years !"

Huangfu Yu used to be the pinnacle of the master, holding Xiashan's strongest Xia Wei in his hands, even Lord Xia adopted a gentle policy towards him, using the hand of this "God of Fate" to restrain the spread of the Gu sect.

It's a pity that the good times don't last long, and Ye Di is not a generous master, and feels a deep crisis about Huangfuyu's existence.

then--

The head of the Gu sect received "Huangfuyu's insulting letter", although it was all written by Ye Di
The head of the Gu sect who had just been promoted to grand master immediately came to abolish Huangfu Yu, and reached an agreement with Ye Di not to invade each other for a hundred years.

But Lin Haoyu didn't know these things, and couldn't possibly know them.

"Let's not talk about that for now, Master Huangfu, I have to trouble you to worry about the matter of the Ancient Martial Arts Ceremony Association."

Lin Haoyu smiled slightly, and continued to discuss some association system matters, of course, they all copied the parliamentary system.
In less than a day, the Guwu Grand Festival Association was built.

The construction process of Guwu workers is very shocking——

People use cranes to transport reinforced concrete, but Yushan is different, throwing it directly by hand.
In this way, the construction task was quickly completed like building blocks.

According to Lin Haoyu's requirements, it was built in a ring shape, similar to the Pentagon and Apple headquarters, and the building area may be even larger.

Afterwards, Lin Haoyu went to find the name of the president, and together with Huangfuyu, Wang Xiaqi, Ye Ren, who is also the president, and a president who rotates every year, five people enjoy a veto power.

Well, it is copied from the five permanent members of the United Nations
"Your Majesty Yuhuang, the first Ancient Martial Arts Ceremony Association is about to start, do you think it should be the chief seat?"

Huangfuyu made a gesture of invitation with a smile on his face, and let Lin Haoyu take the main seat.

The five presidents are nominally at the same level, but Lin Haoyu is the Emperor of Feather who stands apart from others, and naturally has the highest status.

Moreover, since the president of the first Guwu Grand Festival Association was confirmed, every subsequent president has been held concurrently by someone with a corresponding position.

So there is such an unwritten rule:
The five presidents of the Ancient Martial Ceremony Association are the Emperor Yu, the Lord of Yushan City, the Prime Minister of Yuguo, and the other two most prestigious people.

The reason why there is no city lord of Yucheng is because Yucheng originally belonged to the imperial palace of Emperor Yu, so naturally there will be no city lord.

"Any news from Gu Sect?"

Lin Haoyu waved his hands, sighed seriously, and asked.

If Yu Shan was wiped out by the head of the Gu sect while he was returning to the capital, then he wouldn't even have time to cry.

"Not yet, but the head of the Gu Sect is also a character, and will not do such things."

Huangfuyu was also slightly taken aback, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Alas, I am still old!
"If he fled for the time being and didn't fight that guy so hard that his skills were completely useless, he wouldn't let Yushan fall into this situation now."

Huangfuyu shook his head reproachfully, looked up at Lin Haoyu, gritted his teeth and said:
"As long as the old man is still alive, he will definitely not let the head of the Gu sect slaughter anyone in Yushan."

"It's work."

Lin Haoyu said indifferently.

He has long seen that there is a demon in Huangfuyu's heart that is constantly haunting him. If he survives this time, it is impossible for Huangfuyu to end the rest of his life well.

"Forget it, you have to tie the bell to untie it. If you don't fight with the head of the Gu sect, the god of fate will have to kneel."

No longer entangled with these troublesome things, after taking the main seat, many members also began to take their seats one after another.

Among them, Lin Haoyu also saw many acquaintances of his own.

"Zhong Liji, Lin Xie, Zhao Shanlan, Feng Qinghan"

Lin Haoyu smiled lightly, it seems that Ye Ren must have done this, and put almost all the people who have a good relationship with him into the association.

But this can be regarded as fulfilling one of Lin Haoyu's wishes.

"Now, I, Yuhuang Lin Haoyu, announce the official establishment of the Yu Kingdom, and the formal establishment of the Yushan Ancient Martial Arts Festival Association of the Yu Kingdom!"

"Ye Ren is the highest executor of our Yu country, the prime minister of Yu country; Cang Ning'er is the commander of the Yucheng Imperial Guard, and Cang Qianqiu is the deputy commander; Cang Tong, the commander of Yucheng, and Zhao Luo, the commander of Yucheng, are second only to The Prime Minister's highest minister; Yushan City Lord Wang Xiaqi, Deputy City Lord Wang Weiqi is responsible for the security inside and outside the city"

A series of positions were announced, and finally Lin Haoyu popularized the knowledge about the separation of powers to the members——

Of course, Yushan's separation of powers is quite special, namely Yuhuang, Prime Minister, and Association.

After finishing these things, Lin Haoyu didn't stay in Yushan for long, so he decided to leave for Kyoto in a few days.

"I've been here for several days. If it takes longer, the recording of all the good voices may be finished."

Lin Haoyu smiled awkwardly, and returned to the suburbs of Kyoto in an instant. Then he found a taxi and returned to Kyoto TV in a very inconspicuous manner.

It was five o'clock in the morning that day, and Lin Haoyu, who was standing on the street, was a little dazed.

"Fuck, this group of people even put up the poster for the final issue of "The Voice of China"."

Lin Haoyu raised his head and looked at the huge poster above the street lamp.

The avatars of the four mentors each occupy a corner, and in the middle is a huge program LOGO, which is pretty good overall.

The only downside is that Lin Haoyu feels that his photos are a bit ugly.
"Forget it, anyway, I don't rely on my face to make a living, labor depends on talent!"

Lin Haoyu walked slowly along the street to Kyoto TV Station with a sad face, and sighed slightly.

In fact, it was mainly because Lin Haoyu couldn't rely on his face to make a living, so he had to rely on his talent to make a living.

Kyoto TV.

"Today is the time for our finals. Everyone must play their best. Don't let the 500 people on the scene and the millions of people in front of the TV be disappointed!"

Qiao Wenguang raised his arms impassionedly, which instantly excited the minds of the staff.

The director personally appealed, and those behind-the-scenes workers in the background were naturally very excited.

"We must do our best!"

"Don't worry, Director, if the ratings don't break six this time, I'll eat shit!"

Well, this guy is the legendary "Poop Eater". Although he has not been in Studio [-] for a long time, he has owed about seven or eight tons of excrement.
Everyone looked at this guy with contempt, and there was a look in their eyes:
"Don't just say you don't want to eat. If you have the ability to eat the previous seven meals first, we will believe you."

It's a pity that the shameless shit-eating brother didn't care about these details at all, and continued to yell about his bet.

Qiao Wenguang didn't care about the hard work of those people in the background, turned around and came to the stage, glanced around, squinted his eyes and thought:
"It's the last issue, and it's time to find these mentors for a meal or something."

Among other things, it is an extremely rare opportunity to get to know a superstar like Karina.

After thinking about it, Qiao Wenguang didn't dare to go forward to communicate without authorization.

Originally, I thought to wait for the recording of the show to go to Brother Yu to set up a line, but who would have thought that as soon as the show ended, the four mentors would run around and disappear after a few moments.
In the instructor area, Lin Haoyu arrived late, and quickly took his seat, smiling:
"Sorry for being late."

Karina nodded with a smile, and the other two also glanced at each other and smiled.

Seeing that everyone had already arrived, Director Qiao Wenguang, who was the temporary director, nodded, turned around and waved to the backstage, shouting:
"Action!"

The lights were turned off, everything was focused on the center of the stage, and the sound of Wang Shijie's leather shoes resounded through the entire stage.

Lin Haoyu looked at Wang Shijie in the dark in surprise:
"This guy doesn't have a microphone on his shoe, does he?"

This level of footsteps can't be made even by stomping. It is obvious that some special tuning skills are used.

"Hey, you must be careful in the future, don't use Lao Wang's microphone casually, maybe it was put in his shoe."

Lin Haoyu thought about Lao Wang's beriberi, and suddenly felt a chill.

Pharaoh couldn't help it suddenly, his nose itched and he sneezed, and quickly moved the microphone away without causing any disaster:
"Huh, fortunately, fortunately, if I sneezed in the middle of the talk later, I would be ashamed and lose my face."

That's right, this time the final stage is a simultaneous live broadcast, not only to examine the hard power of Kyoto TV's equipment, but also to examine the adaptability of each player on the scene.

Wang Shijie stepped onto the stage, cleared his throat, and said:
"Welcome everyone to the last episode of the first season of Kyoto TV's "The Voice of China". I am the host Wang Shijie!"

"Let us welcome four mentors! Veteran singer Wang Poqing, peerless rookie Lin Haoyu, world superstar Karina, pop queen Ai Binghan!"

"Next, what everyone is about to enjoy is that our four mentors will lead their students to sing together on stage. Among them, the one with the highest number of votes will be the winner of Good Voice!"

"The right to vote is in the hands of everyone - that's right, open the mobile app, you are a good voice!"

The charming words instantly detonated the entire venue.

At this time, the headquarters of the Incineration Bureau, which was monitoring the ratings of various TV stations, was in an instant commotion.

"Fuck! This is fucking unscientific!"

An inspector stood up slowly with a face full of surprise, and the earphones on his head fell off with a snap.

In just 3 minutes, Kyoto TV has gathered at least 10% of the ratings, which means that one out of ten people in the country is watching The Voice!
"Percent, ten percent."

The inspector chuckled, rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Sure enough, it's not his blindness, it should be that the machine is broken.

"This computer has been with me for two or three years. I didn't expect it to break down like this. It's a waste of emotion."

The inspector curled his lips helplessly and sighed.